I came out to my Aunt last night. She’s pretty much awesome. I suppose I had been kinda obvious all day. I was wearing really hot jeans from banana republic and a slimming, loud designer shirt. And I acted unapologetically the way I wanted to act: like myself. I’m getting so good at that! It’s amazing how naturally being yourself comes. . . almost like just being yourself. Oh wait.
Anyway, she was driving me home from a family event and she asked how I was doing. She’s single, just turned 40, and as a born again Christian is one of two nonmembers in my close family. I told her that I was beginning to feel like she had previously described- isolated. She asked why. I explained that I was becoming liberal and everyone else was still conservative, and it made me feel isolated. Long story short, she told me that she was becoming liberal to, and that if I had a reason why I was becoming liberal, I could tell her and she wouldn’t judge me. So I told her.
She wasn’t surprised at all. What ensued was a very relieving and highly enjoyable conversation. I told her my whole story. I even told her about dating guys and how hard that was at BYU. She was very supportive. She told me not to make drastic decisions but to make gradual changes instead. I still can’t get over how supportive she was! She told me how hard it was to hear about all the hell I had to go through, and about how much was still ahead of me. She laughed about all the little things that had made her suspicious and all the things that now made sense. It was a wonderful experience.
She is one more player on my team. That makes 7. Almost enough to play baseball. Almost. Maybe my dad will join the team. And maybe, just maybe, my mom.
From the movie Ratatouille:
“Dad, I. . . I don’t know what to say.” (Remy)
“I was wrong about your friend, and about you.” (Django)
“I don’t want you to think that I’m choosing this over family. I can’t choose between two halves of myself.” (Remy)
“I’m not talking about cooking, I’m talking about guts. This really means that much to you? . . . We’re not cooks, but we are family. You tell us what to do and we’ll get it done” (Django)